Jaemin's POV
It's just two A.M. and my phone is already buzzing nonstop.
It better not be Choyeon, she keeps failing at everything I ask her to do, and yet she won't stop asking me for money.
I groan and turn to my side, the alpha I spent the night with is still in bed with me, naked and asleep.
Usually my manager comes in to kick them out before morning, but I let him stay, I like this one.
"Jaemin…your phone" he complains and I reach for it, ready to cuss out the person calling, but as I stare at the screen, all my blood turns to ice.
It's lord Kang.
"Get out" I say to the man and he blinks in confusion, "but…"
"Get out" I say through clenched teeth and deep voice, reminding him that I am the man with the power here.
He's just a paid prostitute.
"Wow, you're really as rude as the haters says, I can't believe I was ever a fan" he says with disappointment in his tone and I watch him till he leaves with his clothes.
